Sunday, March 6, 2011

There. I said it. I've been wanting to say this for a long time. I hold the utmost contempt for the Chinese Communist Party, and I despise any person who generally supports the CCP.

Before I moved to China, I was fascinated by the study of Chinese language, history, and culture. I learned to speak Mandarin more or less without an accent, and I even married a Chinese woman. Something about living in China, however, just got under my skin. I always felt like having a conscience was incompatible with acclimating to "the society" in China.

Now, all the news articles that are coming out about the harassment of foreign journalists in China remind me how I felt every time I looked at a fat-faced commie in China. I wanted to smash his face. Indeed, this feeling is one reason I've decided to join the U.S. armed forces.

Pictures like this--of admittedly large but soft-looking Chinese police officers--provide great motivation when I go on long runs or do strength training. I push myself to become mentally and physically tougher, and then I imagine one day having to stand up to one of these commies. They won't find it as easy to beat me as they recently beat a foreign journalist.